1 That man is bless'd who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law:
His seed on earth shall be renown'd;
His house the seat of wealth shall be,
An unexhausted treasury,
And with successive honors crown'd.
2 His liberal favors he extends,
To some he gives, to others lends;
A generous pity fills his mind:
Yet what his charity impairs,
He saves by prudence in affairs,
And thus he's just to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd,
His glory's future harvest sow'd;
The sweet remembrance of the just,
Like a green root, revives and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,
When dying nature sleeps in dust.
4 Beset with threat'ning dangers round,
Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground;
His conscience holds his courage up:
The soul that's filled with virtue's light,
Shines brightest in affliction's night,
And sees in darkness beams of grace.
Pause.
5 Ill tidings never can surprise
His heart, that fix'd, on God relies,
Though waves and tempests roar around:
Safe on the rock he sits, and sees
The shipwreck of his enemies,
And all their hope and glory drown'd.
6 The wicked shall his triumph see,
And gnash their teeth in agony,
To find their expectations crost:
They and their envy, pride and spite,
Sink down to everlasting night,
And all their names in darkness lost.
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First Line: | That man is bless'd, who stands in awe |
Title: | The blessings of the liberal man |
Meter: | As the 113th Psalm |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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